Chapter 41

Total MILF TESSA TEASE
Available 6/1-6/21

Height: 5’5”
Weight: 118 pounds
Blonde Hair
Brown Eyes
Measurements: 34c-24-34
Age: 38 (birthdate: May 11, 1983)

Hi! I’m Tessa Tease.

Born and raised in a small New England town, I knew I wanted to see more of the world. I crave adventure and new experiences. Sex work, for me, is the greatest adventure, with each new day bringing something different and interesting. I find the greatest joy in bringing fantasies to life for you. I am a very playful person, and sharing that with others is what I’m best at.

I’m a natural blonde, and my proof is the curtains match the drapes! I have deep brown eyes. I’m an avid reader, and it’s highly likely you’ll find me sitting in the bar at Happy Ending Ranch with my nose in my Kindle. You’ll discover that I’m sweet, bubbly, and witty, with a knack for making people feel comfortable. I’m bisexual, enjoying the company of men, women, and people who don’t conform to traditional gender stereotypes.

I love to travel and try new things, valuing experiences over possessions. I enjoy skydiving, camping, and hiking, just to name a few. I’m an avid gamer as well, playing a variety of video games and tabletop role-playing games.

I have several specialties that I would love to indulge in with you! The Girlfriend Experience is my most all-inclusive and requested party. It also happens to be my favorite! In a GFE, we can truly relax, unwind, and take our time – like you deserve. You will love the way my petite body fits easily into your arms. We will form a connection through real intimacy and build upon that connection every time we see each other in subsequent visits.

Are you inexperienced or new to the brothel scene? Allow me to calm your nerves and give you an experience to last a lifetime. It’s impossible not to feel at ease with me, and I will make your first time absolutely unforgettable.

I adore playing with couples too! With three of us, there are so many possibilities, and I want to try every single one of them. I will discuss your boundaries at length before our party begins, paying special attention to the lady’s comfort level and her requests. This will be an experience both you and her relive for many steamy nights to come!

I look forward to getting to know you! I am open-minded and nonjudgmental, so please feel free to e-mail me with any questions you may have. In addition to the things listed above, I also cater to a wide variety of fetishes and role-plays. Booking an appointment is highly recommended to ensure my availability for you, and I can help you set that up as well. I can’t wait to spend time with you!

>Tessa

“Fucking amazing! That went better than I could have ever hoped for,” Ryan said as he stood and scanned for his cargo shorts.

“I’m glad you liked it. I loved being with you.” The breath Becky attempted to take rattled her lungs. “I haven’t had a monger who’s been able to do that to me yet. Not to that extent, at least.” She rolled onto her side, watching the client retrieve the rest of his scattered clothing.

“You exceeded my wildest expectations. Thank you.”

“Yes, you’re welcome. Marvelous, wasn’t it? You’re a great lover, too, baby, but I think you already know that. So handsome too.” Becky stretched out on the bed, showcasing her feline feminine lines for him. Her torso pulled tight, augmented breasts floating on her chest, flattened but for the nipples standing firm and proud.

“Nice!” was Ryan’s response.

Flexing her toes, Becky seemed to grow several inches as she stretched. With her arms over her head, she smiled at the compliment. Relaxing and gently massaging one of her breasts, she continued to watch him.

When Ryan put his shirt on, Becky sprang to her feet and adjusted its collar for him, periodically flicking her eyes up at him. As she finished, he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist and pulled her closer. Leaning in, Ryan kissed her once more, caressing her bare ass cheeks and cupping a breast in the process. His kiss insistent, he slapped her backside, loud and hard enough that it left a mild pink impression on the otherwise pristine flesh.

“Hey! That hurt!” Becky’s pliant lips turned up in a mischievous grin, and her eyes danced with friskiness.

Even after seventy-five minutes of wild, knock-down, drag-out sex, Ryan felt himself growing hard (again) at having this amazing woman so close. I’ve never had a reaction to anyone like this before. It also didn’t help that her skin felt so incredibly soft and smooth beneath his touch. So much so, in fact, that it made caveman instincts well up inside him.

Becky’s gaze dipped for a moment before returning to his. She licked her lips and her voice went subdued as she said, “I had a really good time tonight.”

So many thoughts were fighting for attention in Ryan’s brain, most in complete opposition to every natural instinct he had, which was that he wanted to back Becky up against the wall and fuck her. Hard.

Again.

But that wouldn’t be the smartest idea, would it? Ryan was behind on his credit card bills. He had mortgage and car insurance payments looming and had already dropped a thousand bucks here tonight. There had to be a limit, right? A cutoff point? And the absolute last thing he wanted (or needed) was to become obsessed with a prostitute, as Justin had with Lindsay. Why pay for sex when he’d never had any issues hooking up with women in his real life?

But damn, he wanted the chick standing in front of him more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life. Ryan wanted to touch Becky. Kiss her. Lose himself in her.

Again.

To hell with my worries. While Ryan could say there’d always be a next time – save up some cash and come back in a month or two – that wasn’t always necessarily the truth in this business. Prostitutes were always coming and going at Happy Ending Ranch. There were no guarantees that Becky would be here in the future. He recalled that Lindsay took a break from the house in 2018, and a full year lapsed before his friend could book a party with her. Justin always kicked himself that he didn’t wait around that first night and feared he lost his only chance to be with Kayleigh.

There may not be a next time with this gal, either. Hell, I’ve had to wait three years...

Leaning down, Ryan kissed Becky on the forehead. He allowed his lips to linger for a few seconds before saying, “I’m not done with you yet, Tessa. I’d like another hour.”

She tilted her face up and looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. “Another hour?”

“How much will that cost me? Name your price.”

Tension was rushing through Becky’s ears so fast that it took all her willpower to focus. “I’ll give you fifty dollars off, I guess, so seven hundred and fifty, plus the five percent surcharge for paying with a credit card.” The thirty-eight-year-old crossed her arms in front of her, causing those magnificent breasts to bunch and lift higher on her chest. “Are you sure about this, baby? It’s getting awfully late. We can do this tomorrow, you know.”

“No, I want you right now. I have to be at work, at the fire station, at noon.” God, help him. Ryan had mercilessly ridiculed Justin over his poisonous fascination with Lindsay, yet he was falling down the same rabbit hole with Becky. That’s what these damned whorehouses do to you, how they hook you. Without hesitation, Ryan reached into his pocket and surrendered his credit card. “Take it. Have Colt process it at the office. Seven-fifty plus five percent for sixty minutes; that’s fine.” He loosened his shirt collar and retired to the rocking chair. “Just hurry back.”

Becky’s heart slammed against her chest as she made the all-too-familiar trek from her bedroom to the parlor. I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last here. After three years of prodding, she had finally heeded Lindsay’s advice that she uproot her life from Rhode Island and take a job at the brothel. I’m not as young or as supercharged as she is, though. Nor am I as eager and as willing. Partying with seven strangers over the past three days had driven Becky to the tipping point. And now Ryan wants another hour. Her heartbeat was picking up speed, and her palms moistened. I don’t want to go another hour. It’s two-thirty in the morning, and I feel ready to pass out.

Aren’t we supposed to close in thirty minutes, anyway?

Upon entering the bar, Becky gazed at Christina, slumped at a corner table with a bowed head, sapped and dejected. A brothel in the middle of nowhere is no place a fresh, vibrant eighteen-year-old like Piper needs to be on a Friday like this. Hadn’t Christina spent the last four-and-a-half hours entertaining her own trick? Boy, she looked exhausted. Lindsay said that Charlie guy is a “creepjacker.” Was Christina cut out for this business too? She came in guns-a-blazin’, Amelia told me, wanting to be the best but wasn’t prepared for what this industry does to you. The way these men treat us. Becky feared that continued whoring would petrify Christina’s mind, chew up her strong spirit, and ultimately spit out a shredded soul. She’s so young. Has her whole life in front of her. There’s no reason for Piper to be here. There’s no reason for her to dabble in porn, either.

“Piper.” Lindsay touched her shoulder lightly. Christina lifted her head and blinked. “Go to bed, babygirl. Get some rest. Charlie will be back at ten o’clock sharp in the morning; he wants five more hours with you.”

She rose and, looking like a child who had stayed too long at the county fair, footslogged off to her bedroom.

“Tessa.” Lindsay smiled warmly as she first checked her phone, then focused squarely on her. “Your john wants another hour? That’s awesome! Ryan seems like such a sweet, sweet guy, and so much fun.” Lindsay’s eyes filled with joy and a sense of envy as she adjusted her earpiece. “Sounds like he’s really been laying the lumber to you, eh?” Lindsay couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. “Lucky girl you are. Colt is helping Pamela in their room, so I’m running the house at the moment.” She extended her hand and strode closer. “Here. I can process the payment in the booking office.”

“Aren’t we closing in a half-hour?” Becky asked as Lindsay later swiped the credit card.

“We are, but as Colt mentioned during the interview, we never turn any customers away. If someone shows up one minute prior to closing time, we accommodate them no matter what. That’s Colt’s motto.” A slow smile spread across Lindsay’s face this time. “Satisfying our customers is the name of the game, baby. It’s why we’re here.”

“Yeah.” How does Lindsay do it? Becky dipped her head and tucked her hair behind her ear, overcome with a sudden bout of trepidation. She found herself in a position completely foreign to her. If it wasn’t for Lindsay and the fact I’m so attracted to her, I would’ve gone back to Rhode Island by now. Never before in her life had Becky had an issue taking the lead and dealing with people. If she wanted something, she went after it. That’s why I divorced Nick and opted to try this new life in Nevada to begin with. Yet there was shame in this game. I thought that travelling to Utah and spending those four days in 2019 with Lindsay and her sugar daddy giving me twenty thousand in cash in exchange prepared me for this. Somehow, though, something about working in a brothel felt different.

Seedier.

During her parties, Becky found that these mongers demanded much more than they would from a typical wife or girlfriend. That’s because they see us as objects ... nothing more. Earlier, for example, Ryan forced himself into her mouth and down her throat. Sure, Becky had sucked dick a thousand times in her private life, but she was generally in control of the act. But with Ryan (and her other clients, too, truthfully), he determined how fast and how deep he penetrated her. All she could do was hold still and take it as she gagged on his insertions several times and came close to discharging the contents of her stomach, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind.

Back and forth he went, moving from orifice to orifice, thrusting his cock on what seemed like a whim. And my night with him still ain’t done. What. The. Hell? Even before Ryan, Becky was sore. Her jaw ached, and her pussy, well, it felt like it was on fire. Party after party, these men used her, and it was her obligation to take their aggressions with nothing but a glowing smile.

Nicolette says that by my second tour, it won’t be so difficult. Her jaw, in theory, would become accustomed to being pried open so wide. At the onset of a party, Becky’s feminity would instinctively become wet. Nicolette calls it a defense mechanism. By the time a client shoved inside her, Becky would be dripping and wouldn’t require so much external lubrication. She’d no longer have the urge to spit up when a man jammed his dick down her throat, either, holding it there until her lungs burned for oxygen.

Becky had learned these past three days that she understood nothing about men and their sexual desires. And I thought Nick could be a pervert at times! Not even being Sammy’s plaything for that short spell, alongside Lindsay, prepared her for this ordeal. However, this house would teach her. I don’t have to understand them. Really, all she had to do was accept and obey them.

It’s my job.

Lindsay handed Ryan’s credit card back, as well as a slip of paper. “Get Ryan to sign and fingerprint this receipt, babygirl, and bring it back to me. You’ll be set. Use the ink station on the study desk in your room.” Four out of five mongers would trust their chosen courtesan with their credit card or cash and request that they handle the payment arrangements with management when extending a party. Amid the wild throes of debauchery, they were often too tired to get up and go to the office on their own, opting to save their energy for what mattered most.

“Kayleigh?” Nerves ricocheted throughout Becky’s body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. The only sound in the office was the howling of the wind against the house’s siding and Ariana Grande playing through the speakers. “Lindsay?”

“Yes?”

“Can I spend the night with you once Ryan leaves?” It took everything Becky had to fight back a miserable frown and not show her true emotions. “Please?”

“Of course.” A smile tugged at Lindsay’s mouth as she had foregone the use of the required COVID facemask. “You have anything in mind? Want me to bust out my strap-on and give you some more deep-throat lessons?”

No, God, no. Becky grimaced after all, and turned her face to the side. I just wanna cuddle and feel safe and cherished for a change...

There’s nothing like a woman on her knees.

Where she inherently belongs, eyes closed.

Especially when that woman is Piper Merlot, and she’s on her knees for me.

“Tell you what I want first, Piper,” Charlie said in the morning, bright and early, stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Kiss and nuzzle my cock through my boxers.” With the fledging prostitute kneeling in front of him, Charlie lowered his chino shorts to reveal a bulge that had been making its rounds at various Nevada brothels since Sunday afternoon. “See how bigger and harder you can get it before I fuck you.”

Almost one full month of steady partying with random strangers made a huge difference, Christina’s disposition showed. With an air of professionalism on her face, she leaned forward and nudged her mouth against his erection. Charlie gave a satisfied grunt and, twining his hand in her brown hair, held her face against his pelvis as she instinctively kept kissing and kissing.

“That’s so good, Piper. Piper Merlot, the soon-to-be world-famous porn star. So good. I knew when I first saw you on the website two weeks ago that you were something special and hoped and prayed you’d be at the brothel during my vacation.” He tucked his thumb in the waistband of his briefs and wedged them down. “I’d say you’ve made a wise career decision. I’m glad we were able to hook up through e-mail and get to know each other a bit beforehand.”

Even at this early stage of employment, Christina felt a sense of familiarity as she had taken as much of Charlie’s dick as she could, and he, holding her head still, started to thrust in and out. Every monger wanted a cocksucking, the other ladies initially advised her, and most preferred it in a barbaric manner and weren’t afraid to test boundaries. Charlie was no different, prying Christina’s mouth open and jamming his dick inside. The majority of the other nineteen gentlemen she’d partied with did nothing to dispel that notion, either, thumping away as if she were nothing more than a toy, perhaps even a stationary receptacle.

Like they were filming for a porn movie themselves.

Sex isn’t supposed to be like this.

Still, Christina struggled, as Charlie anchored her in place, thrusting more quickly, fucking her face in earnest but still praising her as he did it. “Aww, yeah, that’s it, beautiful girl. You’re gonna make a lot of money here, aren’t you? Gonna be the Queen of Porn, too, yeah. Let me see that beautiful face. There we go. That’s it. Slide the straps of your dress down now so I can see your titties.”

Christina obeyed, revealing her humble breasts so lovingly enclosed in the white lace of her bra. Charlie reached down to fondle them with his right hand as his left kept firm hold of her head. He snuck his fingers beneath the lace and played with her nipple until she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

“Oh, shiiiiit. Oh my God. Since the day I first saw your pictures, I wanted to play with your tits and have my dick in your tight little mouth. Your pussy too. Oh God. Oh God. I know it’s tight, as well, and I’m gonna have it soon. Just like last night.” Euphoria blazed in Charlie’s eyes. “Look at you. You’re gonna do exactly what I want. Exactly what Daddy tells you.”

Oh, no! Christina closed her eyes and attempted to ward off the perversity of the taboo role-play. He pulled this Daddy/daughter shit on me last night too. She already had a severe headache and her body had the sudden desire to vomit, too, but there was nothing in her stomach to expel.

“Oh, my.” Charlie put his hands on his hips and set his feet wide apart to steady himself against the extremity of the pleasure Christina provided. “A hot-ass teenaged beauty queen, a beautiful face like that. Can’t help but think I’m where I need to be.” Charlie felt himself shiver. “The fact that I have to pay for this ... makes it even hotter.”

He felt Christina kiss his testicles, lick them, without even being asked to do so. The speed of his hips increased. “Don’t stop. Gotta keep going. This is how you’re gonna make all that money. Oh God, hmm, yeah. Being with you is so much more fun than being with Pamela.” His brows winged. “That ungrateful bitch wants to vanish without a word and disappoint all her fans, all her followers, and leave us in the dark? Fuck Pamela. Fuck her to Hell!”

Christina recoiled and made a face.

“Suck my balls, honey. Yeah, take them into your mouth. Yeah, like that. Oh, you can’t breathe now, can you? Well, now you can. That’s it; breath control. Oh my fucking God, you’re sucking my balls like a dirty girl.” He inhaled through his nostrils and shook his head. “I gotta find out where you live in Michigan, sweetie. You, as my wife? Or better yet... my daughter. I’d never let out of my sight. Spank and fuck you before tucking you into bed each night.”

Just as Lindsay was trying to come up with a witty comeback that would somehow segue into them making their way inside her bedroom, Gabriel Tucker captured her mouth with a hungry urgency. His unsavory lips pressed against hers firmly, claiming her. Engulfing her.

She was only vaguely aware of the smartphone slipping from her hand. Lindsay heard a click in the lock and the next thing she knew they were inside her room, and she was pressed up against the wall as the door thudded shut.

Her arms circled around Gabriel’s neck as the forty-nine-year-old fortified his overweight body against hers. As her lips parted and she opened to him, their tongues met. Lindsay shivered from the sensations as his fingers weaved through her hair and their mouths dueled. His hands fisted at the base of her neck and he tugged with just enough pressure to cause an eruption of tingles to course through her body. Lindsay gasped. Her head fell back, allowing him better access to her mouth. His paunchy, yet large hands cradled her, holding her in place.

Gabriel slowed the frenetic pace of their kiss. He methodically tamed what had started as haphazard and rushed into slow, languorous kisses. His tongue explored all the wet, velvety recesses of her mouth. He wanted to absorb Lindsay’s very essence into his cells, his soul, but instead broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.